just can't keep it to myself

Friday, February 17, 2006


Keeping a blog seemed like such a good idea at the time. It was Christmas, I was bored, so on and so forth.. but now it's term, and I have little to no inclination to write. Actually, I've had little to no inclination to do ANYTHING over the past couple of days. Essays? Yeah, whatever. Social life? Too tired. Doing anything like washing up/laundry/tidying? ahahaha as if. I want my motivation back. And my life.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Further to my earlier entry..

My bedroom is filled with crap. My living room looks like someone puked sequins all over it. I have more earrings, random things, mix CDs, mugs and t-shirts than I had on Thursday. I am profoundly happy.

Out of all the people I know, I'm probably the most fanatical about my birthday. I tell just about everyone I know, and plan a big party, and get excited about it months beforehand. I'm pretty much a big big child when it comes to it.. and you know why? Because I have so much in my life that I want to celebrate and when February the third rolls around, I know that I'm about to spend another year in the life I love, with the people I love, in the city I love. And there's no better reason to party than that.


I had an amazing birthday.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

The complete lack of inspiration

Much to my shock, I have recently discovered that more than one person actually reads this blog and has noticed that I haven't updated it, and not all of them are my boyfriend. As they love to say in the Spiderman films, with power comes responsibility, and in my case, with readers comes writing, which lately I have felt unable to do. It's conflicting- while I've been incredibly busy, with training for rowing practically every day, and attempting to maintain a social life, a relationship, and a stitch and bitch, I just haven't had the urge to write about any of these things. I have toyed with moaning about shopping or something, but no-one really wants to hear me whine about how sometimes my size doesn't fit, or isn't even there. No-one also wants to hear me moan about how much I dislike translating Old English and WHY GOD WHY did I subject myself to this torture not once, but twice?! Although, on the flip side, while no-one wants to hear me moan about stuff, I highly doubt that anyone wants to hear about the positive stuff in my life either. "I have a boyfriend and friends and some magic pills to make my hair grow" also fails to make good reading. So, alas, here is my trauma. Hopefully I'll think of something of note to update about soon..

Monday, January 02, 2006

So this is the new year..

.. and as well as my two resolutions as stated below, I'm also part of LJ communities based on writing in a paper journal every day, and a challenge to read 50 books and watch 50 movies this year. My my, I'm going to be busy.. and this is before attempting to actually do some work on my degree, run a Stitch and Bitch and maintain a social life, as well as carry out the list of "things I must do before I'm 20". This is an idea I stole off Schmez and Nina, and no, I'm not going to share publicly what's on it.

I'm very excited about the new year, in general. 2005, for me, was.. erm.. not great. I lost a parent, was rushed to two different hospitals in an ambulance, got dumped for the first time, was assaulted by a pervert, had to restart the year at uni, you name it; if it was bad, it seems like it happened. Thankfully, if I have anything going for me, it's my positive attitude. It could have been far, FAR worse - I didn't lose my home, I never wanted for anything to eat, I didn't have to suffer any natural disasters, I'm in good health, and I'm still at Oxford. I have a lot of great things coming my way. I can just feel it. Look out 2006; kate and her ego have arrived. Heh.

Friday, December 30, 2005

confessions of a lazygirl

I had programmed my own page, and everything. I spent a lot of yesterday looking confusedly at HTML and CSS because I was pulling an all-nighter of sorts. I even wrote a prototype for this entry. But then my web hosting thing didn't send me details, and I decided to just be lazy and go with blogspot and one of their fine templates. So here I am. Obviously I'm just that keen to impose my viewpoints on friends and randomers.

...And guess what I'm going to write about first? Think seasonal. Think something everyone else is probably typing right now. Oh yes. I'm going to write about my New Year's Resolutions. Most sensible people I know are planning to disregard them, as they're virtually always broken. Hopefully no-one I call a friend is saying "Well MY new year's resolution is to NOT make one and then I'll keep it ho ho ho" because that really and truly is NOT a witty thing to say and I might have to resist clobbering them. I pride myself on rarely employing overused not-even-good-enough-to-be-clich├ęs, but I can't say I share a similar sensible sentiment. I love a resolution, as all my friends know. "I'm going to quit smoking" is one that I've said many a time and not always followed through with. "I'm never going to drink again" is one frequently uttered and never taken seriously. "I'm going to lose half a stone by tomorrow" is one I resolve loads but is unfortunately physiologically impossible.. But never mind that. 2006, of course, is going to be my year, because I've only made two and they're going to happen. Yes.

1. Drink less.
Drunken things I have done in 2005:
- Fallen out of a window and required a trip to Casualty. Oops.
- Fallen over a table at my friend's house and cut my head open. (Sorry Sarah!)
- Puked into my friend's wastepaper basket. (Sorry Ellie!)
- Launched myself onto various men of Oxford. (Sorry, men of Oxford!)
- Cried on random people's shoulders about how awful my life was (Sorry Sarah, Nina, etc..!)

Unfortunately, those things are just a nice selection of my various exploits.. clearly, I am verging on alcoholism and must be stopped for the safety of myself and the people of Oxford and Aylesbury.

2. Work on my conversational skills.
Have you ever been in a conversational tug of war? I have. It involves two people sitting on either side of a metaphorical line, furiously trying to pull the topic of conversation towards themselves. I'm not proud of playing this game. It shows up my flaws. So, instead, I'm going to ask insightful questions and make people feel good about themselves. I'm sure they don't need to know about the last time I was drunk or about that time my ballgown had an accident with a shisha pipe.. whereas I've realised there's a lot I don't know about my peers. It shall be my aim to find out!

2006 is going to be my year. Sober and engaged in fabulous banter.. world domination will be mine. Ooh yeah.

Testing testing

Oh yes..